[center]✧[/center] Lexi stood alone in the restaurant’s locker room, slipping out of her street clothes and carefully bundling them away. Like many restaurants with revealing uniforms, wearing them outside of work would attract a lot of attention - though the uniform for her restaurant was a lot more special than most. The first time Lexi had tried it on, the experience had been breathtaking and surprising, leaving Lexi giddy and stunned for hours. Even now, as changing into it had become part of her daily routine, it was still something special: something to be savoured and enjoyed. Stripped down to nothing but her panties, Lexi pulled the shorts from her locker. A bright, pinkish right red trimmed with white, they were styled as athletic booty shorts, the fabric chosen to hug the wearer’s body tightly. She stepped one foot in after the other, pulling the shorts slowly up her legs. The fabric slid over her body, an electric tingle playing across her bare skin. Already the shorts were beginning to work their magic, subtly altering her body, the changes weaving their way through her skin. Soft, pinkish flesh gradually become smoother, shining softly in the bright lights of the locker room. Minute blemishes faded away as light hairs disappeared into nothing. Tugging the shorts up, they slid up and over her hips, the tight hem digging ever-so-slightly into her soft thighs. Smoothing the fabric out, Lexi ran her hands over her ass, savouring the feeling of the fabric hugging them tightly. The electric tingle grew more intense, her hips radiating with warmth, spreading deeper into her body. Lexi braced herself as the changes grew stronger. Her skin tensed, the slight shine growing stronger as her skin shifted to gleaming vinyl. As the changes progressed, her skin was stiffening into plastic, her skin seemed to glow. Gradually, her pink skin shifted to a brilliant, vibrant orange. The colour rolled down her body like a wave, as though someone was pouring paint over her body, coating her legs. The colour they became was unique to each member of staff, the transformation bringing out the wearer’s nature. Lexi liked to think it showed her sunny personality. Lexi leant down, running a finger along a thigh, savouring the squirking sound of her rubbery skin. She could feel the vibrations rippling through her body, and the slight echo inside. It was always a little strange to feel her body becoming hollow, the magic running deep inside her. Muscles, bones, and other organs were pushed outwards, flattening and fading away as air filled her insides. The more the magic transformed her body, the more the pressure grew inside her, squashing what was left of her insides and merging it with her vinyl skin. Her thighs squeaked and swelled, growing thicker as the air pushed out, squeezing against each other. Even her feet grow rounder, ever so slightly, her inflated toes squishing together. The squeaks her body made changed along with her. Growing louder, higher pitched, it made her lower body quiver each time she rubbed a hand across her legs. She pressed her palm against her side, feeling her plastic skin bend and crumple under her touch. The air pushed back, making her skin bulge out at the sides, stretching out her body. Her skin strained and protested, a pinching feeling running down her legs as lines began to form. The plastic stretched and folded, squashing itself together into sturdy seams. Her skin dipped in slightly along each seam, creasing with each slight movement she made. They reinforced her body, helping it keep her shape, and making her look even more like a walking pool toy… Lexi braced herself for the next change, and ran her hands back to the shorts, feeling the rush of air spreading back to her hips. Her ass pushed out, just a little more, inflating as the air filled her insides. The fabric of her shorts stretched and protested, trying to push back against her swelling body, the waistband digging in around her body. Though she couldn’t see it, she knew her ass was just as orange and shiny as her legs, the pressure of the changes squeezing her ass cheeks together. She felt the changes push forward, the pleasant tingle of skin turning to vinyl running between her legs, spreading up her front. Lexi slipped a hand down the front of the shorts, feeling the slight swell beneath, smoothing out her body but leaving it no less sensitive. The short’s work was almost complete. The orange colour crawled up her belly, wrapping around her waist, stopping just short of her navel. Lexi felt her waist tighten, transforming skin squeezing it inwards, accentuating her swollen hips. Though the shorts worked wonders, they were only part of the uniform, after all… Lexi eagerly slipped on the top: a tight, cropped t-shirt. Deliberately cut to expose both midriff and cleavage, leaving little to the imagination. Again, the fabric brushed along her skin, leaving her arms tingling slightly as she pulled it over her chest. The stretchy fabric clung close to her body, practically vacuum-sealing her modest breasts… not that they’d remain very modest for long. The warmth spread through her body, that electric tingle intensifying along her arms. Skin shifted once more, first gleaming as it transformed into rubber, then the rolling wave of orange colour that ran down to her fingers. She carefully flexed each hand, feeling each stretch and crumple of her inflatable fingers, the slight squeak with each movement. Her first few months as an inflatable waitress had been a challenge, getting used to how her transformed body felt and moved. Though the uniform’s magic kept most of her human mobility, it was still limited by the nature of her inflated body. Her skin would resist each movement, trying to stretch out to a more neutral shape, creased and crumpled joints pushing back. Any time something brushed against her body, Lexi would feel herself vibrating. The tell-tale *squirk* of an inflatable ran through her vinyl skin, bouncing back and forth through her hollow body. If she grew tired and rested for a moment, her arms and legs would slowly return to her sides, a pose embarrassingly similar to a sex doll’s… The next — and biggest — change definitely didn’t help that comparison. As the rush of air steadily filled her body, pressure grew in her chest. Her breasts seemed to glow as they began to push outwards, changing to vibrant orange as her skin shifted to plastic. Her chest rose and fell with her giddy breaths, Lexi staring down as her breasts slowly rose higher under her shirt. She gently cupped them, squeezing her hollow chest, letting the stretching plastic fill her hands as they swelled outwards. The strangest part of the change, Lexi thought, was the way they seemed to get lighter as they grew. The inflating air pushed them out rounder, firmer, just like a balloon — their shape appearing to defy gravity. Her shirt stretched with them, vainly pushing back against her swelling chest. The logo warped out across her breasts, which now seemed to match the large OO in the restaurant’s name. Still, her chest pushed out further, Lexi’s stretching skin growing more sensitive with each moment. Subtle creases started to form along them, seams forming in line with her nipples, now squashed flat under the taut fabric of her top. Finally, her breasts reached the limits of the t-shirt, pushing out a bit further as they bulged enticingly over the fabric's edge, as if threatening to burst free at any moment. Satisfied, Lexi let go of them, hopping gleefully into the air. She watched her breasts bob about in the t-shirt, letting out a slight squeak from her cleavage. (The perfect place to tuck her notepad, if she wanted an extra tip…) With her chest transformed, the wave of plastic crept up to her neck, starting its slow crawl over her head. This was always the part that made Lexi shiver, the slow and subtle changes across her face. Basic inflation might work for her ass and breasts, but a server still had to be able to chat with their customers. The alternative was… an interesting experience, trying to talk in muffled groans from a printed grin, as Lexi had discovered in the past. The inside of her throat tingled, sealing off mid-way down her neck, as more and more of her head transformed into air. It was strange to think how so little of her human body remained, though Lexi knew it just became a part of her rubbery skin as air pushed out from within. Her tongue and teeth changed, becoming extra-tough rubber, only losing a little of their human shape. (Fortunately, it didn’t take long to get used to the taste of vinyl). Pressure filled her head. A giddy, dizzying feeling as air pushed out from within. She felt it behind her eyes, pressing them flat, her vision shifting slightly as they became little more than printed features on her face. Still able to blink and look around, but cartoonish and simplified — only adding to the inanimate look of her changing body. Her nose and ears popped, plastic sealing them over. Sounds became ever so slightly muffled, though she could feel their vibrations across her entire body… it definitely made live music nights interesting. She shook her head, feeling the wave of rubber spreading across her hair. Individual strands pulled together, forming crude flicks and waves, seams running across the edges of them as they pushed outwards slightly. Gradually, the individual sway of hair died down, replaced by the gentle bob and tug of inflated curls. Lexi took a moment to admire her inflatable self, as the top’s magic finally worked its way back down to her belly. The tingle spread around her waist, the wave of orange trickling down to meet the changes from her shorts. The sensation concentrated at her navel as her belly button pushed out. It became stiff, twisting and contorting into something shining and silver. With a pop! that shook her entire body, the valve emerged from her belly, the final touch marking her as little more than an inflatable. (Admittedly, Lexi was an incredibly sexy, living inflatable, but still). She reached down to fidget with it, momentarily toying with the idea of pulling the valve out, letting all the air rush from her body, until she was just a crumpled pile on the floor… “Lexi! You’ve got customers!” the voice of her manager called out, friendly but with a twinge of impatience. This was always Lexi’s problem: she savoured the sensation of her changing body a little too much. “One moment!” Lexi called back, quickly pulling socks over her inflatable toes before stuffing them into red canvas shoes, her body squeaking and protesting as she did. Grabbing her notepad and pen, she dashed out to her first table. “Hi there!” she called to them, voice chipper and slightly higher-pitched than before, “Welcome to ballOOnies!” [center]✧[/center]